One Who Moves the Pieces of Fate

Before True Lord Longxiang, space was like a pristine white curtain, slowly torn apart to either side by his pair of iron hands, revealing dazzling seven-colored streams of light.

The originally fierce and razor-sharp Spatial Power became incomparably docile before him. The nearby spiritual energy and the drifting clouds around them were all swallowed by the immense suction generated within the Spatial Rift.

Even the enormous Sky Battleship could not escape, slowly drifting toward that rift.

At first, the rift was only about one chi long, but it gradually expanded to one zhang, ten zhang...

The muscles in True Lord Longxiang's arms bulged high as he suddenly exerted force to both sides. Everyone heard a sharp tearing sound beside their ears, and a Spatial Rift appeared before them—narrow at both ends and broad in the middle, a hundred zhang long. It shimmered with flowing colors, dreamlike and fantastical, resembling at first glance a gateway to another world.

Everyone stared blankly at the sight. They all knew that Nascent Soul True Lords possessed the mighty power to tear space apart with a casual gesture, but knowing it was one thing and witnessing it firsthand was another. Who would not yearn for such supreme power?

This is the true Space Great Dao... Song Changsheng was immensely shaken. Going all out, he too could damage a Space Barrier for a short time, but that was only because his power exceeded the limit the barrier could withstand.

It was like placing a stone upon a thin sheet of ice. Unable to bear the stone's weight, the ice shattered. Doing so directly damaged the integrity of a certain area, and the Space Barrier would reconstruct itself under the effects of the Grand Dao Laws.

Therefore, even damaging only a very small area would unleash terrifying